Chapter 1- Ballroom Blitz

Bebe had giggled when Kenny had invited her into the janitor's closet, tossing her curly golden locks over her shoulder and taking the hand that squeezed around hers and dragged her into the small room.

"You know the last time we got caught in here-"

"Bebe, I'm not here to make out with you." Kenny mumbled, sadly, wishing there was a better reason for being in the dank closet filled with dangerous chemicals other than needing to talk to her.

The smile fell from her face. "You have a condom then, I suppose?" She rubbed her hand behind her long, elegant neck, the sultry smirk returning. Kenny shook his head.

"Bebe, I'm not here for any of that stuff. We need to break up?" He grimaced, phrasing the serious sentiment as a question.

"Do we, now?" Bebe said, growing more and more pissy with each moment. Boys didn't break up with Bebe. Bebe broke up with boys. She was a superior type of woman, with the body to prove it. Who would ever give her up? Unless- "Is there somebody else?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. If there was another woman, she swore she would cut a bitch.

Kenny wisely avoided her death glare. Kenny knew better than to look into that magnetic stare of hate. Some girls walked away from relationships happier, feeling free and independent now that they were over. Some girls simply shrugged them off with ease. Bebe was not either type of girl. She would want revenge. He nodded his head weakly.

"Who!" She grabbed him around the collar, and pulled him closer to her. "I swear to god, if you don't tell me right this fucking second I will-"

"Butters!" He exclaimed quickly. He felt her loosen her grip, and adjusted himself accordingly. "It's... Butters..."

"How did... How did it happen?" Bebe asked quietly, finally stepping back, and leaning against the wall.

"Well, his father lost his job recently and he ended up confided in me and," he smiled. He was never an eloquent speaker, but the affection in his eyes and the curve of his lips said it all. Looking at him made Bebe sick to her stomach. He was only supposed to feel that way about her!

She opened the closet door, having a little trouble with the lock at first, but finally able to leave in a huff to the cafeteria. She had left her stuff there, and she needed to tell Wendy just what the poor shit had done to her. But Kenny, the poor shit in question, didn't feel the conversation was over. He had to make sure she was alright. He knew how sensitive she was. He didn't want her doing anything drastic to hurt herself (or Butters, for that matter).

They had just entered the cafeteria when Wendy and Stan walked in, in the middle of another one of their arguments. "I don't even know why you hang out with that fat ass!" She complained. If Stan had a penny for every fight Cartman had started between the long-term couple, he would have a shitload of pennies. What would one do with so many pennies? Probably head to the nearest Coin star... he thought to himself, tuning Wendy out as he usually did. It might've made him a bad boyfriend, but it also made him a not deaf one.

Bebe smiled seeing Wendy. It appeared that just seeing her best friend made her slightly happier. Of course, her being there came with the promise that she could rant about Kenny for the rest of the week. Kenny, not being able to see her grin as he was still walking behind her, decided it was time to grab her attention.

The blonde reached out with his sleeve covered hand and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She whipped around immediately, fist first, unfortunately for Kenny. The boy held his jaw shocked, unmoving. For some reason, this made the girl even angrier.

She tackled the boy, continuing to knock him around on the floor. Kenny scrambled to get away, but the blonde girl was too much for the malnourished boy. He couldn't push her off of him, so he decided, at the very least, to block his face. It was fifteen minutes before the security guards were able to pull Bebe off of him, and he was very much worse for the wear.

Bruises and cuts laced his face. A large crowd had gathered around them, including their friends front and center. Some, like Cartman cheered for the spectacle. Others, like Stan and Kyle merely winced. It looked incredibly painful. When Bebe was finally pulled away, she spit at him, taking away his last trace of dignity.

"Man, Kenny..." Cartman said, as everyone trailed off to class when the first bell rang. Kenny still laid on the floor, happy he wasn't dead, although he did run the risk, as he was struggling not to choke on the blood. "What the fuck did you do to piss her off?"

Kenny mumbled, picking himself off the ground and heading to the water fountain. "Really, man. What did you do?" Eric asked, ravenous for juicy information as always.

"Fuck off Fat ass!" Kenny shrieked, feeling more than a little dizzy. He began to lap up the water desperately trying to get the metallic taste out of his mouth. It was disgusting. He wished that Cartman would leave him alone for once.

"Chill out, dude. Did you get a little sand in your vagina when your girlfriend rubbed your face into the floor? Goddamit, Janitors." He squinted at a passing custodian. "Do your job, Mexican!" He called. The Latina woman simply shrugged; and continued to mop.

Kenny rolled his eyes, breaking away from the water fountain. Eric was definitely not going to leave unless he got what he wanted to hear. "I broke up with her..." He mumbled.

Carman's eyes went wide. His eyebrows shot up. No one broke up with Bebe! She was the hottest girl in school! Well, second hottest in Eric's mind but still! Eric had believed that Bebe and Kenny were perfect for one another, as faggy as it sounded. Which probably just made the blow even harder. The cogs in Cartman's brain began to twirl. She would probably be on the rebound now... and easy to manipulate. Of course, it'd be even easier if Kenny would stop being a dick and give him all the information he needed.

"Why?" He feigned shock. As perfect a pair as the couple had been, Cartman really didn't give a shit about either of them. Except now that there was a possibility he could get laid.

Kenny wiped the excess water from his mouth, mumbling.

"Nobody can hear you when you mumble like that, bitch."

Kenny sighed. "I'm going out with somebody else..."

"That's vague. Got yourself a little boyfriend?" Cartman laughed. People were always vague around him, usually because everyone knew Cartman was not to be trusted. Yet, he didn't expect the answer that came out of his friend's mouth.

"...Yes..." Kenny stared deep into Cartman's eyes, daring him to say anything. But, Cartman was far too horrified. His closest friend... a faggot? What was the world coming to? Cartman backed up slowly first, and then turned his back and ran. He could've already been catching the gay.. and that meant not getting into heaven. He couldn't risk that. Not for any amount of information. First, Stan and Kyle's "super best friends" bullshit and now this? The homosexuality was spreading through the air!

Kenny shrugged. That had worked out better than he thought. He expected Cartman to make fun of him or something, or at the very least ask him who he was going out with. That's what he personally would have done.

Kenny reminded himself he shouldn't question being lucky. He also shouldn't question why Butters was going out with him. But he couldn't help it... Just comparing himself to the other blonde boy made him feel feeble.

"Butters? What are you doing here?" Kenny asked, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"I... I didn't know where else to go Kenny... my dad! He lost his job... and, and..." Warm tears fell down the smaller boy's face. Kenny wrapped him up in his arms, pulling him into the house and closing the door.

"It's going to be okay, Butters. You know that." Butters... despite his happy-go-lucky attitude had terrible anxiety,

and Kenny knew it. He had told him that whenever he felt a panic attack coming on, he should call him. He didn't mean for Butter's to bike all the way over to his home in the dark and the cold though. He pet his hair lovingly. "It's okay..."

Butters suddenly got unto his tiptoes. "Kenny..." he said, salt water streaming down his face still. He kissed the other boy's cheek. It was... warm. And soft. And unlike any kiss Kenny had ever recieved before. Because it actually meant the other person cared about him. It meant that Butters loved him, like Kenny had for so long, loved Butters.

He had taken Butters to his room, gently. They had laid next to each other all night, talking, crying and smiling their time away until the morning.

"Hey, Butters?"

"Heya Kenny…" The blonde boy smiled.

"Aren't you gonna get in trouble?"

"Yeah… but I… I don't really care right now." He giggled. Kenny's heart fluttered. Bebe called at least fifteen times that Saturday morning, but the boys were fast asleep. The long night had been a lot for the both of them.

It had been stressful, and… wonderful… Kenny thought to himself, remembering the weekend. Kenny had finally taken Butters home that night, completely safe and sound, thought Butters was sure his parents would ground him for a year. It turned out his parents were to depressed and void of motivation to care. Kenny hoped this meant he would be receiving a lot more night-time visits.